And it was going to be a lad’s night out! Even if Sturgis had been the only one not chicken-shit enough to man up and sneak out. Unlike some of the blokes who Jared had invited. Who’d been to whipped by their women to dare sneak away from them and their needs. Or the boys who’d been too afraid that they’d be caught sneaking about pass curfew. Sturgis obviously wasn’t either of those.
For one, the younger Slytherin had never had a girlfriend in his life. And if he did, I doubt there’d be any girl at this school strong enough to tame the wild dog within. And secondly, the boy was reckless. He didn’t give a shit if he got caught. That was the fun in it, the chance of getting caught. And if you did get caught, it wasn’t like the punishment was truly severe. A deduction of fifty points for being out after curfew and detention. Was that really that bad? No.
Sturgis managed to slip free from the castle passageways, with only the White Lady having seen him skirt about in the dark. Casual and quick as he made his way across the grounds, slipping in through the brush at the edge of the wood. Trying to find his way towards the spot Jared had told him of. It’d taken a while, but as he broke through a large shrub a grin broke the apathetic look that’d been on his face. “Fuckin’ aye, Jar.” Grinning from ear to ear as he unpocketed his hands, clasping his best-mate around the back. “Yeah, jus’ don’ fuckin’ drop me. Don’ need to get fuckin’ splinched.” He’d be learning apparation come the end of term. So for now, side-along apparation was all there was to sneak the snake out of the nest.
He’d dressed warmly, and Muggle like. Since he preferred the style of Muggle dress over that of Wizarding clothes. A pair of worn-out jeans, an old pair of gray and white trainers. A navy style coat, black and long. Buttons as large as a gold piece in two lines lined the front. Collar popped up to keep the chill. His hands and head were left free from any spare fabric, left to feel the cold February air. “Just us?” He’d thought at least one more person was coming. But he was sort of glad it was just the two of them as he blew out a puff of white air. Voice deep, rough compared to that of his Scottish friends
Jared grinned, his mind entertaining the thought of a splinched Surge Podmore. It was tempting, just to see the look on the lad’s face. If it had been anyone other than Surge, Jared probably would have done it, just for the laugh of it. The boy in front of him was more than a friend, a bother. Both had come from messed up backgrounds, both with twisted fathers who were worth jack shite. If there was anyone worth anything to Jared within these stonewalls of Hogwarts Castle, it was Sturgis Podmore.
That, and Jared didn’t want to spend the night in the Infirmary, having Surge cures in his ear about what a fuckin’ arse he was. Oh, the night he had planned! It would be a while before Jared could convince Sturgis to get his arse into a strip club. Jared couldn’t help but grimace, thinking back to the strangely sombre and awkward talk the pair had shared. It was…weird, but not as uncomfortable as Jared would have first thought. He was still Surge, which was more than enough for Jared.
“If yer lucky, yer’ll still have yer balls by the end of the night.” Jared eyed Sturgis, taking in his muggle clothing. They were dressed similarly, Jared sporting a worn brown leather jacket; his jeans faded from use, the shirt underneath white and made of light material. The clothing did nothing to ward off the chill, but that didn’t matter much. If Jared had his way tonight – he wouldn’t be cold for long. “Aye,” Jared rolled his eyes, shaking an amused look. “Fuckin’ women, tae whole lot of them. Shittin’ themselves of their wee lassies, if they’re caught out without their bleedin’ permission.”
Feeling the urge to go, Jared nodded towards the small rift in the wards, the small gap on the weaker part of the stonewalls, where brinks lay crumbling after years of use. “Don’t ask me how we’ll get back,” Jared grinned, moving so that he was bending, trying to fit through the small gap. Getting out of the cramp space was like a sigh of relief, leaving Jared to grin at Surge. “I’ll probably splinch our head off after the amount of drinkin’ we’ll be doin’.” Clapping his hands in anticipation, Jared nodded, offering out his arm. “Now, don’t be getting’ any funny ideas.” He grinned.
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